Disclaimer I hate you so much for making me keep saying this: I do not own Criminal Minds.

About 2 days later, after the case was over, the team were back Derek whisked Penelope off home. He was so thankful to have her in his arms again. Have her close, and he knew that that night he'd have a whole night's sleep for once.

Getting out of the SUV and catching Penelope's arm he pulled her close and kissed her whole heartedly. 'I've missed you so much Baby Girl.'

'So much eh?'

'Way too much.' He said, he looked up and saw Malcolm walking past. 'Hey Malcolm!' He called out, Penelope pulled into his side.

'Good to see you home Derek.' Malcolm said as he stilled and looked at the couple.

'Thanks man, party tomorrow. Here at 8, you free?'

'I am.'

'Good, finally getting that party to meet everyone.'

'Want me to spread the word?'

'Would you mind?' Derek asked thankfully.'

'No, that's okay. I'll see you tomorrow, I'll bring a bottle.'

'Thanks.' He said and Malcolm walked and turned into his drive. 'Come on Baby Girl, glass of wine and in the garden. You're talking everything out.'

'About?'

'The fact that this case got to you more than it should.'

'It's just a case, nightmares, I'm fine now. I have you.'

'Still going to talk it out P.' Derek didn't let up. 'Go.' He said and pushed her towards the front door. 'We're getting pissed.'

'Derek I can't.'

'Why the hell not?'

'I'm pregnant.' Derek stopped and turned her around to face him, he didn't know if to laugh, smile or cry.

'Excuse me?'

'I'm pregnant.' She repeated and smiled a small smile. 'Like 2 months pregnant.'

'Oh God Pen!' Derek shouted and Penelope fretted this was bad. 'I'm gonna be a dad.' He then picked her up in arms, all bags dropped to the floor and spun around happily. 'You are amazing Baby Girl.'

'You ickle sperm helped too.' She whispered tearfully into his ear. 'Half a job on both halves.'

'I don't care. I love you mamma! So much!' Penelope laughed; she'd just told him on their drive, not in private. 'Oh God, wait until I tell my mom!'

'Can we just keep it between us, until I'm like 4 months?'

'Anything you want Baby Girl, then we are outing it everywhere.'

'I knew that much.' She laughed again, and looked at Derek, his eyes were teary. 'We've got a family on the way.'

'We have, come on then. I'm taking you to bed.' He told her and she pulled back. 'What's up?'

'It's the middle of the afternoon; I want to chill in the garden with my man.'

'Well your man can do that.' He said and dragged her inside, sorted her out, grabbed her a drink and got her out in the garden. 'How about we relax in the Jacuzzi tonight, just you and me.'

'Hmm, sounds like a plan.'

'And tomorrow we're gonna go shopping and get some stuff in and get this party ready.'

'I already had Malcolm and Rachel round for drinks.'

'Oh?' Derek asked intrigued as he sat forward. 'How did that happen?'

'I was bringing in shopping and Malcolm offered to help and then Rachel turned up and I offered them a drink and we got talking and Em turned up and then they left.'

'How do feel around them?'

'Weird, it's them but I have no real proof Derek.' Penelope said with an almost frustrated voice. 'I mean c'mon, how do I go up to them and ask 'Hi, are you lying about who you are? Because you look strangely like my parents, oh they died' and not sound like a weirdo.'

'I might be able to sort that one out.'

'Oh yeah?'

'Tomorrow night though.' He said and stood up. 'For tonight I want my wife to be.' He told her and pulled her to her feet before taking her to the bed.

The next day, Derek truly acknowledged what Penelope had done, how she'd finished the house, applied the finishing touches and perfected how he wanted their home to look. He couldn't help but smile, he had a home it Penelope, the woman that was his best friend, his fiancée, and now the mother of his child.

As the evening drew closer, and the team turned up, Derek felt slightly nervous, worry that he and Penelope might not fit in, that they might be seen as outcastes to the residents of the street but he needn't worry. As soon as he opened the door and neighbouring families, couples, bachelors and the like poured in, he and Penelope were immediately welcomed.

When he found himself alone with Malcolm and Rachel he found himself in easy conversation. 'You two should come to the wedding.'

'Aw that's sweet.' Rachel told him with a sweet smile. 'Wouldn't you want just family?'

'Well Pen doesn't have any family so it'll be my mom and sister's and the team and any friends we want to invite.'

'That's a shame, what happened to her family?'

'She lost her parents when she was 18 and the whole idea of a wedding without them is playing on her mind a bit and well her brothers, they don't talk. Penelope left California not long after her parents died and hasn't been back since. It's still too painful for her.'

'Will she ever go back?'

'When she's ready and when that day comes, I'm going to be there for her every step of the way.'

Malcolm smiled and squeezed Rachel's shoulder. 'You must love her very much.'

'More than I could possibly tell her.' Derek said with a smile. 'Been my baby girl for 8 years and now she's going to be my wife and I've never been happier.'

'She's quite a thing to have in your life.'

'She certainly is.' Derek told them back and then thought of ways he could try and get information out of the pair. 'So, do you have any children?'

'A daughter and 4 sons, all grown up and flown the coop.' Rachel said sadly and Derek stood there, Penelope was the only daughter with 4 brothers. She shot Penelope a look, maybe she wasn't over thinking this, maybe she was onto something with this pair.

He made a silent prayer that if they were who Penelope claimed, and then she would come out of this with the least amount of collateral damage possible. Penelope just continued to work the room, making new friends, sussing out who was real and who wasn't, answering questions left, right and centre and then after so much talking, and so much mingling she found herself slumping onto the bed, kicking her heels off and Derek pulling her into his arms, removing clothing one item at a time.